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Other Spellers 221
gaily; the grass so fresh and green, and do see the little lambs yonder!
Al. O yes; emblems of innocence; how sweetly they play ; the musick of the birds also affords me much pleasure. Indeed I sometimes rise very early to hear them ; but I do not say right, I rise because their sweet notes seem to say; Awake, and give thanks too. The same God that made them, and teaches them to sing, made us, and takes care of us.
Ja. And bestows on us many blessings which they never knew.
Geo. But how can you say so; sister? I think the birds are very happy, and sometimes wish, that, like them, I could skip from bough to bough.
Ja. Why, George, they know very little; they were never taught to read, as we have been.
Al. Nor did they ever hear of heaven ; but we, if we love the Lord, and obey him, may hope to be happy here, and happy in the world to come.
Geo. Now I see the folly of my wishes; I think I shall never, again, desire to be a bird; I would much rather learn to read, and become wise.
Ja. Have we not yet arrived at the extent of your walk; Almira ?
Al. Yes ; on the banks of this little rivulet I admire to sit among the shrubs, or under the shade of some of the willows.
Ja. George, I believe, is delighted by looking into the the brook; what do you see, George ?
Geo. Some frogs, and a great many little fishes. But they are so shy, and nimble, that, before I can touch them they dart away.
As they walked along the side of the stream Jane began to be very pensive :
I have been thinking, said she, that the God who made, |
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